He sat there
in the noisy din,
his arms upward,
hands on his chin.
What are the thoughts
he must now have,
dead in his mind,
where there I saw,
no love present,
no love at all,
only the old fear,
an old craving; He
is just like me.
He sat there
in the noisy din,
his arms upward,
hands on his chin.
What are the thoughts
he must now have,
dead in his mind,
where there I saw,
no love present,
no love at all,
only the old fear,
an old craving; He
is just like me.